Trials and Tribulations of the Oathkeeper

Chapter 39: From This Day, Until The End of My Days

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―At King's Landing―

Red Keep ― Sansa's room...

The hour had arrived. Bells rang throughout the streets of King's Landing as many of the capital's denizens and others from across the Seven Kingdoms—nobles and commoners alike—flocked to the Great Sept of Baelor, most of them bearing gifts. The official wedding ceremony of King Daveth I Baratheon to Lady Sansa Stark of Winterfell was underway.

In her chambers, Sansa had been dressed for her wedding. Her long Tully-auburn hair was donned as a southern highborn lady's fashion, wound up in pearls with only two braids going down her shoulders; her sleeveless wedding gown's brocade was of the finest silks and its colors consisted of House Baratheon's black/golden tones with small stag sigil embroidery being woven through. Her mother Catelyn Stark, her handmaiden Shae, and best friend Jeyne Poole were making the final adjustments. While Jeyne trimmed Sansa's nails, Shae dabbed a sharp sweet fragrance with a hint of lemon on Sansa's bare skin—fingers, behind each ear, and lightly under her chin.

"All these years and you still have such beautiful hair, my little one," Catelyn mused as she slowly brushed her daughter's hair.

"I love my hair, mother," Sansa spoke in a sweet voice, soft and precise. She'd been smiling all day, dreaming of this moment. And now it's finally happening. "We'll be walking through the Sept of Baelor soon. All the lords and ladies will be watching."

"That they will," Jeyne added as she put the finishing touches to Sansa's gown, fastening a slender silver chain around it. "Look at you! Queen Sansa of the Seven Kingdoms."

"No matter what comes next, never forget that I am a Stark. I will always be a Stark."

Catelyn shook her head in amusement as she put the brush down. Sansa stood from her seat to momentarily look in the mirror, brushing her delicate hands through her hair before turning around.

"Thank you all for coming, everyone. I am grateful," she told all in attendance. "It means a lot to me that you would come all the way here to attend my wedding. Although saddens me to be so far from Winterfell, away from the friends I've made in the North, I will always treasure the memories we've shared together."

Catelyn walked up to her eldest daughter, placing both her hands on Sansa's cheeks. "My little girl is now a young woman," she spoke gently, her voice filled with a mother's love. "If only your father would see this. You have grown up so much. I... I'm so proud of you, Sansa."

Sansa tried not to weep at her mother's words. She too dreamt that her father was here with her, too, but told herself that Eddard Stark must have been watching over her. All tender moments were briefly halted when a knock on the door was heard. Shae opened and revealed Robb Stark standing before them.

"Sansa," he greeted his sister.

Sansa curtsied. "Robb," she replied.

"It's time."